Return of the Headwound Goddess
(Amy Fisher)

The moment gets closer and closer like a wheels-off stalker in the night,
The day you peel off the orange jump suit and come into my loving sight,
Patiently I've waited, pondering your post jail greeting with maybe candy or a rose,
Or possibly a pok-e-dotted rambo knife wrapped in sexy, black fishnet pantyhose,
You draw me in with that stringy black hair and innocent yet devilish little grin,
And all those evil Amy thoughts of a knee to my groin or a candy striped baton to my shin,
Due to your odd fascination with portly men, I truly feel I have a fighting chance,
I'd even purchase your gun permit license for a night of sweet shooting romance,
Or if that's not appealing, just standing by your lovely side would make me feel attractive and hunky,
In fact I'd even get jazzed if we happily watched the bleeding stitches of labotomized circus monkeys,
As a bonus if chosen, I'm sure our sweet, clean lord would give us a holy blessing from above,
And order you to wash and bathe me with a stream of your precious and golden Amy love,
So please choose me and don't let my semi-marriage make you nervous and shy away,
Remember, I can always lend you my gun along with directions to where she'll be anytime, anyday!
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